Weekly Waffle #417 – Blood Bowl’s Mohawked Missile of Mayhem
25th April 2026 The Mojo I’ve had another good week on the hobby front. Progress has been slow but steady and I’ve really enjoyed my hobby time. On a none hobby front I’m love bike racing, the pedal powered version. And this week they announced the Tour De France Feemi will be coming to the UK for a stage between Manchester and Sheffield. Both are cities I work in on a regular basis and the announcement was done right opposite our Manchester office. Which as something is a surprise. But a very nice one. On The Work Bench I’ve been cracking on with my blood bowl dwarves this week and…
The Dwarf Lineman – The Grumpy, Unmovable Meatloaf
Welcome back to the Chronicles here at TerminatorTids! Pull up a sturdy bench, preferably one reinforced with iron bands, and pour yourself a double measure of the finest Bugman’s XXXXXX. Today, we are heading deep into the mountain vaults to talk about the literal foundation of the most stubborn, resilient, and occasionally infuriating faction to ever grace the gridiron. We’re talking about the Dwarf Lineman, or as the official scrolls call them, the Longbeards. Now, if you’ve ever played Blood Bowl, you know the feeling of looking across the Line of Scrimmage and seeing a row of these stout fellows. It’s like looking at a stone wall that has decided…
Weekly Waffle #416 – The Grumpy, Unmovable Meatloaf
18th April 2026 The Mojo: Welcome back to this week’s weekly waffle and amongst this weeks updates I am also trying out a little bit of a change to the flow of waffle. Trying to add a little bit of structure to help me keep things on track. But don’t worry it’s not a wholesale change to the content. Just trying to break things down into sections so that it’s easier to read, easier to find things, and easier for me not to forget things. It’s been a good week this week even though I haven’t actually got a lot completed. Lots of travel for work has given me some…
Weekly Waffle #415 – Hopefully not the Emperors new clothes.
Weekly Waffle #415 – Hopefully not the Emperors new cloths. 11th April 2026 Good morning and welcome to the new look Weekly Waffle. I don’t have much of a hobby update for you this week, although I have got some painting time in. Instead this week the update is going to be all about the new look for the site. Something I’ve spent far too much time working on. But to be fair most of that time has been spent getting things wrong and having to correct them. For anyone who actually knows what they are doing there has probably only been a mornings worth of work. But I’m not…
The Halfling Lineman – The Pint-Sized, Pie-Powered Paradox of Blood Bowl
Ah, welcome back to the Chronicles! Grab a stool, mind the crumbs, and make sure your shinguards are securely fastened. Today, we’re descending into the mud, mayhem, and magnificent aromas of the Blood Bowl stadium. We aren’t talking about the high-flying grace of the Wood Elves or the terrifying industrial violence of the Chaos Dwarves. No, today we are honouring the true backbone of the sport, the player who faces down Ogres with a smile, a spatula, and a very short life expectancy. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the Halfling Lineman. Picture this: a stadium packed with sixty thousand screaming fans. The air is thick with the scent…
The Biased Referee – The Best Justice Money Can Buy
Ah, welcome back, dear reader, to the grand and muddy spectacle of the Chronicles! Today, we’re stepping off the line of scrimmage and away from the sweating piles of muscle to focus on the most important man on the pitch. No, not the star Thrower or the legendary Ogre. We are talking about the man with the whistle, the striped shirt, and a very large, empty pocket just waiting to be filled with gold. Ladies and gentlemen, keep your voices down and your purses open as we discuss the Biased Referees of Blood Bowl. Picture this: Your star Blitzer has just been blatantly fouled. A boot has made contact with…
The Prince of Thieves – The Rooftop Royalty of the Guild
Ah, welcome back, dear reader, to the shimmering, shadow drenched streets of Venice! Today, we’re scaling the heights of the Serenissima, moving away from the docks and the dark alleys to find someone who treats the entire city like his personal playground. We are diving back into the magnificent world of Carnevale, and today’s spotlight shines brightly on the most charismatic rogue in the Guild faction: the Prince of Thieves. Picture this: A moonlit night over the San Marco district. A group of heavily armed Patrician guards are patrolling a stone bridge, their armour clanking with every step. Suddenly, a flash of red silk and the glint of a rapier…
Weekly Waffle #414 – The Pint-Sized Powerhouse of Pitch and Pub
Josef Bugman hits the pitch! Weekly Waffle #414 explores Bugman as a Star Player for the Gritty Grumps, his tactical lore, and the new Chronicles site section.
Bonesaw
When we start to look at the grim world of Guild Ball, where every match feels like a battle of wits and wills, there exists a figure who embodies the dark humour and brutal efficiency of the Morticians: Bonesaw. Imagine a player who thrives on chaos, wielding his cleaver with a grin that could chill the blood of even the fiercest opponents. Bonesaw is not just a character; he’s a metaphor for the Morticians’ philosophy, a blend of macabre joy and ruthless ambition. Let’s dive into the lore of Bonesaw, the man who is as much a part of the Morticians’ identity as their shadowy captain, Obulus. In the official…
Graves
In the Morticians’ lore, Graves is exactly what his name suggests — a man bound to the guild through his trade as a gravedigger. He’s not the glamorous face of the organisation like Obulus, nor the sadistic surgeon like Scalpel, nor the screaming banshee like Cosset. Graves is the one who handles the aftermath. Someone has to dig the holes. Someone has to make sure the dead stay where they belong. Someone has to get on with the dirty, thankless work while everyone else is basking in the limelight. That’s Graves. And there’s a quiet menace to him. He doesn’t need to shout. He doesn’t even need to threaten. His…
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